My parents could not miss an episode of Bridget Loves Birney, Bob, because it was so Catholic. It was also so Jewish, too, but that was also perfectly fine by my parents. My parents were as Catholic as Catholic can be, but on Sunday afternoons, they never missed going to the synagogue because that's when the temple had, as my dad would say: "da best bingo in town." He would provide proof by saying: "da Cat'lics, dey got crap for prizes, but da Jews, dey got da good prizes - I tells Faddah Kozaziski to look at what dat Rabbi gives, but duz he listen? - no." Bridget Loves Birney did more for "ecumenical" relations than anything else.
Gerard